In the foreboding embrace of the Kelunwa Forest, where ancient trees stretch their skeletal branches towards a sky shrouded in swirling silver mist, an aged and weary king, his eyes sunken and his once-majestic royal cloak now a muted purple, leads the way. His hand grips a staff etched with ancestral symbols, the weight of history bearing down on his shoulders. Beside him strides Prince Chidi, a figure of resolve with a sharp jawline and robust build, clad in a leather tunic beneath a hunter’s cape. His hand remains steady on the ceremonial sword at his side, a symbol of strength and duty. Trailing them is the Chief Priest, a gaunt figure draped in flowing robes of white and red, beads and cowrie shells clinking softly with each step. His face, partially painted with sacred markings, is stern and inscrutable. As the trio advances, shadows twist and shift through the undergrowth, hiding the glowing eyes of unseen creatures that pierce the encroaching darkness. At the center of this foreboding scene waits a cave, its mouth wide and ominous like the maw of a beast, shadows playing across its entrance, a faint red glow pulsing from within its depths, beckoning the travelers into the unknown.